Best Necessity Poems
What makes you laugh until you cry
Laughter that makes you feel alive
The way it touches you cannot deny
A joy you crave to feel to survive
The softness of my lips is brave
in every way. They can't deny
the smile I imprint on their minds today
A sweet addiction you can't take away
A collaboration with Poet Destroyer A: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=18720
Categories:
necessity, emotions, happiness, humor, joy,
Form:
Quatrain
Moist jungle's steaming breath assaults my face
Molasses air I struggle to inhale
Your ruddy visage slowly drains to pale
Sharp cliff, black knife wound in the verdant space
Decrepit footbrige held up by mere grace
Each rope suspended taut by one sole nail
No time for turning back, it's move or fail
Their fever burns, thin lives that wane apace
We're down to you or me; I see I've lost
Your pallid tremors, so I walk on high
Death matters not, as all will share the cost
Without the cure, those that I love will die
Wood creaks as ropes strain, hands sweat, mind of frost
Firm terra I touch, sweet success is mine
7/25/16
Categories:
necessity, adventure, courage,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Patience is a virtue
and a necessity
Sometimes one must
pull up a chair, sit and wait
Patience is key!
Take. Your. Time.
Let no one pressure you
into meeting an unrealistic
deadline. Do your own thing,
at your own speed
Running late because...
you forgot to set your alarm clock?
Patience! Slow down, my good friend.
You'd rather be late
than careen off the highway!
You're mightily ticked off
and you want to hit something,
or worse, someone? Easy does it!
Hold your anger in. Breathe.
Let annoyance wash over you
Don't wear it like cologne!
Something isn't going your way?
Some dream you're working so hard
to build is taking too long to stand erect?
Keep plugging away; it eventually will.
And it will stand firm...
If you lay the bricks
of your foundation without haste.
You lay them the right way.
and take it day by day.
Be patient. It will stand firm!
Take your sweet ol' time...
solving an arduous problem
making big decisions, life choices,
or even finding true love. No pressure.
Patience is key!
Submitted for...
Strand Special 2, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Date written: 12/13/2019
Categories:
necessity, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Didactic
Rainy day today
Rainy day Sunday
Sunday on par
Sunday too far
Far better now
Far to go
Go with wind
Go with breeze
Breeze dries clothes
Breeze dries hair
Hair curls softly
Hair curls tight
Tight rope walker
Tight rope act
Act one action
Act one scene
Scene from train
Scene from ship
Ship sail seas
Ship has captain
Captain steers ship
Captain flies plane
Plane glides in
Plane takes off
Off we go
Off to market
Market sales on
Market price war
War is unpeaceful
War is evil
Evil isnt good
Evil is not nice
Nice is sweet
Nice is better
Better is fortunate
Better is precious
Precious is valuable
Precious is priceless
Priceless is art
Priceless is good health
Health is important
Health is imperative
Imperative is urgent
Imperative is pressing
Pressing is ironing
Pressing is necessity
Necessity is Blitz
Necessity is fine
Fine.
Blitz
Categories:
necessity, children, games,
Form:
Blitz
Necessity
- the Mother of Invention -
A Sunday walk took me on a journey over six miles,
carrying nothing bur myself, shorts, sweat shirt, sandals.
On Monday, to the grocery store and back, over three miles
carrying all the above, plus twenty five pounds of groceries.
On Tuesday, a walk to the auto parts store, over two miles
carrying myself, my cloths and thirty pounds ( clutch ) of my car.
On Wednesday, another walk to the parts store, over two miles
carrying the above, returning with the thirty pounds of my car.
On Thursday, another walk to the grocery store, over three miles
carrying myself, my cloths, returning with thirty five pounds of groceries.
Thursday evening and a walk to the auto parts store, over two miles
carrying myself, my cloths, plus forty pounds ( flywheel ) of my car.
Late Friday afternoon, another walk to the parts store, two miles
returning with all listed above, the forty pounds of my car.
On Saturday, all my doubts, my insecurities, my fears
disappeared as I laid my car on the cemented terra firma,
fired up her heart and took her into motion once more.
Out the underground door and into the light of day.
Surprise !, not a nut, bolt, washer left over off the jack stands to stay.
For all went well and life, it had become the Mother of Invention.
I accomplished something new, what I thought – at sixty three-
I would never be able to do - ever again – things I did in youth.
There you have it Joyce, another week in the life .
Over a total of thirty miles of walking
and carrying over a total of 220 pounds
B. J. “A” 2
April 30th 2006
Categories:
necessity, car,
Form:
Free verse
Seeking an answer,
do the prayer.
Categories:
necessity, age, allah, america, bible,
Form:
Couplet
An Echo Poem by Lora Colon and Brian Johnston
Pieces Of Yesterday
I found pieces of yesterday
I kept hidden in a special place,
Little things I wanted to remember,
But things I now find hard to face
Memories of a special love.....
Just one man who filled my life with awe,
Withered flowers, in full bloom yesterday,
A bouquet from which I still draw
Just the two of us sharing dreams,
He promised me a new tomorrow,
He bears no blame for what was delivered.....
A new day filled with old sorrow
Missing pieces of yesterday,
Leaving the story so incomplete,
A man and a woman, looking for love,
Interrupted by fate's deceit
Damn the fate that tore us apart,
Cursed fiend, deserving retribution,
In the complexities of my fury
I thought I found a solution....
I sent my memories back to fate,
It took all else.... why leave misery?
But late last night, the lot returned, unclaimed....
It read 'Refused Delivery'
Lora Colon
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The Best-Laid Schemes O' Mice And Men...
Those pieces of yesterday covered with slime
Are part of the future too, love that's sublime,
For those withered flowers on which you still draw,
Are seeds for tomorrow, not stones in Death's maw.
All dreams are potential, not cast in cement,
Christ's Death not the victor though God's veil was rent,
The tomb that was empty, the thorns of Christ's crown,
No wise man could fathom, or God's wisdom drown.
Despair of man's promises but if you're wise,
Still look to the future with hope in your eyes,
The story that you've judged is not worth the tell
Might still have denouement that fate cannot quell!
The future you salvage by cursing your fate
Is your plan, not God's, which you might contemplate,
Christ's pain on the cross though defeat in your mind
Ensuring your future, a Love more than kind!
The stone which man's wisdom rejected becomes,
The bearer of our life's most favored outcomes,
And pain which most men still consider untoward,
In retrospect key to our final reward.
Brian Johnston
Poet's Notes:
This poem was written in response to a poem written by my poet friend Lora Colon. Please check out her site on PoemHunter.com for many more outstanding poems.
Categories:
necessity, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Believing in Jesus or Father Christ and in the One who sent Him
For our salvation is necessary for obtaining that salvation
Since without faith it is impossible to please Eternal God
To attain to the fellowship of his sons
Therefore without faith no one has ever attained justification
Nor will anyone obtain eternal life
But he who endures to the end
1252015
Categories:
necessity, bible, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Light Verse
Hope is a fickle, contrary mistress,
tormenting the most courageous of hearts
and soothing concern with a soft caress.
She occasionally lurches what she starts,
like a roller coaster with faulty brakes,
tormenting the most courageous of hearts.
But all yearn for the concoction she makes.
Desiring the anxious thrill it provides,
like a roller coaster with faulty brakes.
Found in the flowers at loved ones’ bedsides,
people cultivate the drug for new health,
desiring the anxious thrill it provides.
Poor men cling to it, eyeing wanton wealth,
essential as air in surviving life,
people cultivate the drug for new health.
She can always be found where there is strife.
Hope is a fickle, contrary mistress,
essential as air in surviving life
and soothing concern with a soft caress.
11/15/12
Categories:
necessity, confusion, hope, life, drug,
Form:
Terzanelle
Theres no getting away from it,
no one is excluded,
sooner or later during
the course of the day,
everyone has to use it,
it first came on the scene
in the year 1857,
when Joseph Gayetty
showed his new paper invention,
the consumers didn't buy much
because of the cost,
so Joseph did away with it
and considered it a loss,
then in 1890 the Scott brothers
came out with their product,
finally convincing the public
to get on the ball and a roll
to becoming more hygienic,
but in 1928 they had competition,
when Charmin arrived in the stores,
it was like having a softer twin sister,
who could ask for anything more...
then if you were around in 1978
who could forget this commercial,
"please don't squeeze the charmin,"
starring a Mr. Whipple,
and of course today,
there is a much wider tp variety,
that is on display at the store,
I'm just so glad it was invented
to help get to the bottom
of a some what stubborn society,
making tp on our shopping list
a number one priority,
and don't want to sound like a snob,
but thank God we don't have
to resort to still be using
torn out pages from
the Sears and Roebuck Catalog!
Its the toilet papers almost 160th birthday for all you history buffs out there!
(Something like that…not sure of the correct age!)
Categories:
necessity, birthday, history, humor, tribute,
Form:
Light Verse
An Ode to the Necessity of Seduction
She had been primping, preparing,
for these moments of beguilement.
Groomed, long before she began to
blossom, reach her time of coming out.
Always possessing the accoutrements
of beauty yet unable to truly fulfill them,
growing into the subtleties, the nuances,
of her awakening without understanding.
So it was she changed from tantalizer,
to temptress, to seductress. Drew to
her that which she desired, took what
she craved to satisfy her needs, to
further the continuation of her beauty,
to intermingle her unique scent
into the legends of seductions lore.
Drawn to her as if in trance-like dance
they came. Each seeking her approval,
her acceptance, the opening of her
ever ripening petals, her willingness
to continue her seduction.
She would, in time, reach fullness,
and succumb, willingly embracing
the gentle touch, the erotic intrusion,
the fulfillment of her season. She
would be no less beautiful only more
complete, knowing that the lovers drawn
to her iridescent center had been seduced
so that seduction’s beauty might endure.
submitted for The Heart of Seduction – poetry Contest
10/2/2014
Categories:
necessity, desire, gender, lust, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Why should everything be about rules?
Why can’t we push the envelope a little and have some fun?
Why live in a space where rules
have the ability to decide our happiness...
What about the woman that touched the hem of his garment?
if she followed the rules she would still be ill.
What about the woman who took the oil and washed Jesus’ feet?
The disciples felt that what she was going, were against "the rules"
but in the end she blessed the Master in the best way she possibly could…
How many of us were disillusioned by sticking to the rules?
Life should sometimes be about having fun
not everything in life is plain and simple,
neither are the rules that we are
sometimes compelled to adhere to
sometimes rules are meant to be broken,
even if it is just to make someone's day...
Categories:
necessity, lifewoman,
Form:
Free verse
Necessity is the mother of invention
Leave us to our creativeness
Cos our necessity
Is our drive
We he nothing to lose
Yes nothingness means
Something
Were necessity is obvious
So leave us to our creativeness
Cos is obvious you can save
Us from our foolishness
Our deformity
Was from your failures
And now your lack of
Leadership is obvious
To the world
So leave us to our creativeness
Let our time be the beginning
Of a chance of our old
Era
Our necessity is obvious
To the world
So leave us alone
We are pregnant for an invention
From the womb of the necessity
Your impregnated through your
Failed leadership
Categories:
necessity, africa, dedication, deep, freedom,
Form:
Epic
Love is never thing to die but people dies before the love.
People who find not seem too happy
those who not find they think disastor of love
Categories:
necessity, absence, love,
Form:
Haiku
As a girl,
I sat at the foot of
A premier violinist…
His music captivated the imaginations of all fortunate listeners
The soulful notes escaped from his instrument thrusting
Into the cerebrum then
On to subconscious, subliminal mind
Heralding that music is no luxury
But a necessity for a charmed existence
Categories:
necessity, beauty, music,
Form:
Free verse